Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The Alchemy God was a young man of average build with short black hair. He wore a simple green robe that did not even seem fit to be worn by a Saint, but he appeared indifferent to what he wore.

He introduced himself as Littleflower rather than the Alchemy God, sporting a warm smile that was truly genuine. Meeting the young man, Steelmind could hardly believe such a person was a fellow god. It just felt wrong from first glance, but Steelmind knew better than to judge people based on first impressions.

He welcomed the two into the workshop, taking them off the hands of the workers who surrounded them, as none there were worthy of welcoming two gods-one of whom Steelmind was beginning to suspect was a Half-God.

Although he didn’t have much information about Half-Gods to be certain, he didn’t want to just ask the woman outright.

As they walked, Steelmind noticed the interaction between the two and found them surprisingly close to each other.

“Did you two meet each other on the way here, or did you come together?” he asked.

“We came together,” the Death God said. “We have been together since we left for the Realm within Realms.”

Steelmind showed a flash of surprise. “You went to the Realm within Realms?” he asked.

The Death God smiled, about to say something when she suddenly began coughing. The Alchemy God grabbed hold of her as she entered a coughing fit, each cough releasing a disastrous amount of Death aura into the air, forcing Steelmind to take a step back.

The Alchemy God remained where he was, a serious look on his face as his senses went through the Death God’s body. A few seconds

later, he retrieved his senses and pulled out a pill, which he quickly

ate.

When he ate the pill, Steelmind could see that the Alchemy God had suddenly become resistant to the Death aura. At the same time, he brought out a blue book from his Soul Space and quickly flipped it open.

Steelmind managed to glance at a blank page that quickly filled with words as the Alchemy God pressed his fingers onto it. Once he was done, he opened his eyes, and the book shined with a faint glow, releasing a subtle pulse into the air.

The Death God still coughed a bit on the side while the Alchemy God pulled out a bright golden cauldron as well as many random ingredients. He sat down right there in the hallway and began preparing a pill.

Within seconds, brilliant blue alchemy flames surrounded the cauldron, and one after another, the ingredients fell into it.

Steelmind was awestruck as he watched the Alchemy God work swiftly. He had heard many things about the Alchemy God-the main one being his monstrous knowledge surrounding pills.

As he watched, the man put that knowledge to work.

He watched for a few whole minutes as the Alchemy God prepared the pill and pulled it out of the cauldron.

Steelmind wasn’t that familiar with pills, but he knew enough to recognize that the pill that came out was a particularly good one. Had the man had more time to prepare, he likely would’ve done far better, but given the hurry he was in, this was an incredible showcase of talent.

Steelmind was about to congratulate the Alchemy God on his skill when he felt the wind stir around the young man as energy surged out of his body and into the pill.

Within moments, the energy turned into a vortex that seemed to be

devoured by his fist. And when the vortex was finally gone, he released his hands, letting the pill fall back into the cauldron.

Rumblings caught Steelmind’s attention next as he slowly raised his head in awe.

“Pill clouds…” he muttered, barely hiding his surprise. He had heard how incredibly difficult it was to create such things, especially without preparation. He could not understand how the Alchemy God had done it.

In the first place, wasn’t the Alchemy God supposed to only be good with knowledge? Every single report he’d received about the Alchemy God mentioned that while he had knowledge, his talent itself was average at best.

If that was the case, then how was it possible that the man had just created a pill cloud in the middle of a hallway, in less than ten minutes, after devising the recipe right in front of him?

While the sky rumbled and shot down pill lightning, the Death God began to grow paler by the second, any color in her cheeks vanishing. Because she poured out so much Death aura every second she was alive, Steelmind hadn’t noticed her change, and only when he saw her did he realize what was happening.

The Death God was dying.

He moved to help her, but before he could do anything, the Death

God lifted her hand, gesturing for him to stop.

Steelmind stopped in his tracks but still wanted to help her. Yet even if he did, how was he supposed to? He didn’t know. While he was still confused about the situation, the Alchemy God endured a few rounds of pill lightning before stopping. He did not have the cultivation base to withstand all nine strikes.

The clouds above them dispersed, and the pill floated out with three perfect pill veins. He hurriedly took it to the dying Death God and fed

it to her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have the time to form a soul,” the Alchemy God said in a hushed voice. “But this should help you.”

The Death God quickly ate the pill, and almost immediately, her aura grew stable. The Death aura she was leaking mostly vanished, and while there was still some remaining, she was no longer dying because of it.

She took a deep breath and stood to her feet, smiling toward the

Alchemy God. Then she turned to Steelmind and spoke to him.

“I apologize for our sorry display,” she said. “But as you can see, we had no choice.”